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made a mental note to stand a little away from the speakers
when the band started.
    I
looked around at the crowd.  Most of the men wore the standard uniform of
jeans, black fitted t-shirts and black motorcycle boots.  The others wore
jeans, button up black shirts and black motorcycle boots.  Variety was
apparently an unknown concept around these parts.  Looking down at my
outfit of choice, I was pleased to see that I had received the memo about the
uniform dress code.  Proud of myself for finally fitting in, I started to
check out the ladies.
    Damn .  This is the part where I feel
out of place.  Almost all of the women were wearing skin tight outfits in
varying short lengths with most of their breasts showing.  Some of the
skirts were so short that their bottoms peeked out from below the fabric. 
The sky high heels they wore looked horribly uncomfortable and I wondered how
they maintained their balance after a few drinks.  I was suddenly jealous
because it became obvious that they didn’t suffer from the same balance
challenges as me.
    When I
was fifteen minutes into people watching, the band finally came out on stage. 
The sound in the club became deafening from the screams of the fans. 
Remembering that my head was currently sharing space with some swinging
appendages, I moved far enough in front of the speakers so as to avoid any
‘shoe meeting face’ mishaps. 
    “Hey
everybody, how are you all doing tonight?!” The lead singer screamed into the
microphone.
    I
wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the club actually got louder. 
People started pouring down into the pit and I became a little annoyed with the
close proximity of the people around me.  One massive fellow decided to
bypass the stairs all together and jumped over the upper level railing down to
the pit.  Had he been off a couple of feet in his aim, I would have needed
emergency medical attention. 
    The
singer of the band had stepped back from his microphone long enough to allow
the crowd to mellow down their frenzy.  He approached the mic again and
introduced the band.
    “For
those of you who love us, we’re glad you are here tonight.  For those of
you who don’t know us, we’re Mind Crime and I hope you like what you’re about
to hear.”  He strummed one loud single note from his guitar and the band
started in.   Mind Crime’s style was exactly what I needed. 
While the drummer did his best to beat to death the kit in front of him, the
bass player carried a low and evocative rhythm.   The singer added an
angry melody to the mix and within seconds was screaming an anthem of
non-conformist rebellion.  I honestly couldn’t understand a damn word he
said, but it didn’t matter once the vibration from the speakers started to wrap
around me.  I bounced my head back in forth in time with the beat and
closed my eyes to become absorbed in the sound.  Opening my eyes, I
noticed that the people in the pit had already started slamming into each other
and the crowd would ebb and flow with the force of the bodies.  More
people started to come into the pit and the aggressive dancing only escalated
with the faster tempo of the song.  I started getting shoved back by a few
stragglers who had been knocked out of the herd and I did my best to avoid
elbows and knees.  As even more people came down, I started getting forced
back into the speakers. 
    I
remembered Logan’s warning and decided his advice may have been
warranted.  Inwardly kicking myself for not taking his advice, I started
looking around for a means of escape.  I quickly determined that I was
completely boxed in and started covering my face as best I could.  The
flailing limbs and bodies continued to push into me and I panicked.  I started
overheating from the body heat that was surrounding me and I began to push back
any time someone came flying at me.  My efforts were pointless and the
more I pushed, the more I got run into.   I was getting boxed in even
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